Cathrine Lødøen's Blog

  

  
  

 
     I had a weekend of deep rest :-)I hope you did as well.Enjoy your week :-) !
Cathrine.

Is your child or the child of someone you know starting first grade this autumn ?

Have a look at this :-) ..... to avoid a big grey lump cadunk .... or at least to know it and you are ok :-) ! Click here.

The Assisi facebook group shared another of my Assisi photos :-) .... click here.

  Time .... time has been such a love song this summer.

It still echos within.

I hear it tick.

I catch its tune on the tip of my tongue
or in passing conversations throughout my days.

Throughout, within my time.

Certain days were so full of time that I could not keep up nor down.

One day the clock rang at 1pm and I had been up and experiencing life, experiencing time, since 6 am.

And I thought to myself: "Hmm, is that the time? No, that clock must be wrong - out of time - for it is evening now."

And yet though time was this full and expanded, there was never weariness, there was never impatience, never boredom.

It was lovely to be this full,
as if after the very best of meals.

Satisfied.

And then there were days , cramped like sardines on an overcrowded beach where time folded in and over itself.

A pocket. A vacuum.

And nothing really happened and yet still the days flew by though we were left with empty time pockets and very little memory of anything. Was it worth the calories?

Time. Spent. Eaten. Digested. Experienced. Alive. Tick tock.

A lifetime in a summer.

The very best summer of my time.

Here.

 

Yes.

 

And how do we spend it now? Time.

All this that we have saved up - through experience - this summer ? All this time we have swum in? Floated on. Drank.

For it must be here now to swim in and not ... gone? Spent? Eaten?

We were present for it. We caught it. We saw it and heard and respected and love it.

 

Leaning back now

I know

I feel that this weekend it is time for stillness

I will rest in the fullness of it all :-) .

 
Tick Tock.

How can one be anything but ... on time?

 

In time,

Cathrine.

 

     Obviously.
------------  Today I am finding
my faults
in you how odd
how sillyhow untrue. I should be kinder
with
myself really.  I sat on the fence
for the longest timewhich is truly rather impressive
considering how narrow that fence of life really is just a slice what a balancing act. 
What an act. 
That must have taken a lot of energy
out of me
out of you
out of us
sucked it right out of life. I was sorry
obviously. Today I am finding
my beauty
in you. I am grateful. Obviously.
  Words and photo by Cathrine Lødøen. 

 
Like by Ali Smith.A book unreview. Like I don't want to rate this book.Like how can I?
Like turn my hero into Ash?Like, no. You see I adore, love, lust, live in every (other) word ever written by Ali. And no I do not mean every other, I mean every. I have read everything ever written by her, besides her grocery lists and postcards and iPhone reminders to self to write daily to please Cathrine. Every Word. And I have loved every word. Like. Loved. Deeply. I read her Hotel World 8 times. It never ever turned to Ash. But this .... Like this .... was kinda a nighmare to get through. I read it years and years ago.
I made it to page 188. I folded it and folded in. I read it years ago.
I made it to make 180. It left no mark. I left a mark in it. I read it ... I started to read it last week
and at page 180 I started to read other things .... any other thing ... my grocery lists ... my reminder to self to never read anything but books I adore .... life is Like too short. Your ego is demanding this for silly super fan reasons. Get Like over it.    
But I returned .... I had tried it in the woods and now I Like tried it by the sea .... just because Like I had to get through this .... and like no it was not Like worth it .... but ok Like now it is done and I Like ... that ... at least. ("#¤%ing love it actually.) And I will put this behind me .... like one should with lovers that do not mean much and keep us wanting more ..... just because Like they are them. And I look forward to her next book. Like honestly I do.I would not Ash you. 

    How's a girl suppose to relax in the bathwhen this sky is calling from outside her window ???

( and then she realized (with joy ? with distress?) that the call of nature had now grown stronger and it's link to her heart firmer and more solid - as solid as vibrations can get - than fiction and hot baths .... :-O :-D  ! )